I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4410 | 2023-09-05 12:41:22 | 115.05 | 98% |
| 3540 | 2023-07-07 15:49:08 | 121.25 | 100% |
| 1623 | 2023-05-26 08:16:13 | 110.72 | 99% |